Zhao Zihang, about seventy years old, with a gray beard that reached his chest, a white robe, and the spear hovering beside him.

"Die!"

Li Xuan stepped back, forming a gossip array under his feet.

A cold light flashed behind him, and ice blades stretched out and spun into a circle.

Zhao Zihang's eyes widened and he exclaimed: ......

"Shenhao: Eight Pieces and Eight Seconds to Kill a Trillion Supercar at the Beginning" Chapter 50 Lao Deng... It turns out that you are an inquisitive... I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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